Telemachus was sitting at the beach, his feet dipped in the water and his sandals at his side. He was thinking about his absent father, Odysseus. There were suitors plaguing his house and trying to win his mothers heart, but she was resilient, Telemachus was glad for that. He had just gotten out of the fight with Antinous, a bit of blood still at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t hear you want up behind him.